It just is.

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It is also, among other things, down to 60 F as it is hitting twenty hundred.  It stayed right at 74 all day, inside.  If I had realized it was cooler earlier I would definitely have opened up already.  By the feel of things, it will cool down quickly.  It has dropped a degree while writing this paragraph, in both the front and main of the cave.

Blood sugar was good at 89 three hours after dinner.  A fatted coffee after that reading.  I am hoping blood sugar remains below 150.  I will check three hours after that last read, two hours after finishing the fatted coffee.  Yea, I nurse them.  They are very heavy, more medicinal than the treat they would seem, perhaps, from afar.  At that low, a bit of something was wise.

I am back to three water pills, down from five.  I had no choice.  I was water bloating to the point putting shoes on was becoming a major problem.  My lungs, to, were filling.  I have been on three pills for two days.  It is overacting on my reduced fluid intake, and even with vitamins, minerals, and extra minerals, my legs are cramping.  So, I am cutting that down to two.  Cautiously.  Apparently one is at least one too few, attempting one a day was the cause.  I am hoping to get down to two.  To ease up on the kidneys, etc.

The front room is down two degrees already.  No direct sun.  A shower after the next read.  Then bedtime?  Probably.  Later.